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Authors: Peter Hallett
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script pages from a drawer in her desk. She was wearing a tight, long black pencil skirt, and it complemented her figure in all the right ways.
The opaque pantyhose would have normally been enough to get me hard, but I was fighting against the twitchiness I could feel down there. I needed to stay concentrated if I wanted to make my screen début.
I’d used her in my masturbatory fantasies too. More than a few times her and Cynthia had engaged in furious lesbian action. I’d have her teaching the younger woman the sensual ways of pleasing a lady.
Miss Perkins handed out the script pages to everyone. I turned to the page that featured the only male character. He was a mute psycho killer that stalked schoolgirls with a kitchen knife and wore a sheet over his head with holes cut for his eyes. It seemed like it could be my big break. Plus my only competition was a gay actor who walked like a ballerina.
“The boys will audition first, since the girls have more lines to learn,” Miss Perkins said. “You can keep the pages with you while you audition if you wish, but it gives you a chance to get familiar with them before we start. Mikey has entrusted me with picking the best of you for his Oscar winning movie, so make sure you bring your A-game. Show me what you’ve learned so far this year.”
I was up first. All I had to do was run across the room, faking a limp, and swinging an imaginary knife while grunting. So I did just that and I nailed it. I channeled all the killers I’d seen in crappy movies through the years. My brother was a horror nerd, so I’d grown up around them. It was easy.
Next the gay actor went for it. It was very much a theatrical performance, and his grunting sounded more like a little bird with an injured wing. I had to hide my smile and swallow my laughs. I turned from him when he flipped his hair from his eyes and swaggered back to his seat.
I had unfortunately turned toward the look-at-me girls. Cynthia saw my smile break free. She rolled her eyes, sighed, and looked back at her script. My heart sank. I was so embarrassed and felt like a world-class asshole.
“Thank you, boys.” Miss Perkins sat on the edge of her desk. I had to quickly tear my eyes from her legs when she continued to speak. “You both did very well, but I’m giving the part to Zack.”
I smiled and said, “Thank you.”
“Well? What about a round of applause?” she said.
I turned in the wrong direction again. I don’t know why I kept doing it. The look-at-me group did clap with the geeks, even if it wasn’t as much of an enthusiastic display, but Cynthia kept her head in the script pages.
I moved to the side of the room and leaned my back on the wall. I let out a long breath and tried to measure how small I felt at that moment. That girl really did hate me, but my reaction to my fellow actors audition was the first time I’d had another reason to understand why. That one, I didn’t blame her for.
“Okay, first let’s have Cynthia and Kathleen.”
Cynthia carried two chairs into the center of the room, and placed them so they were facing each other, and then both girls sat on them. They each took a look at the script pages and cleared their throats, readying themselves for the scene, before they placed them on the floor next to their feet.
My eyes were locked on their legs. Both of the girls had skater skirts on, Cynthia’s was suede, the hem resting half way up her thighs, relaxing on her stunningly smooth legs.
That would normally be enough of a reason for me to start mentally fucking her, but I fought back the need once more. However, their legs were touching, they were sitting that close together. I coughed a little, not sure if I would be able to fight off the images any longer.
“I’m scared,” said Cynthia, throwing a few looks around the room, as if checking they were alone.
“There is no need to be.” Kathleen touched her knee, reassuringly. I took a deep breath.
“But I’ve heard that
The opaque pantyhose would have normally been enough to get me hard, but I was fighting against the twitchiness I could feel down there. I needed to stay concentrated if I wanted to make my screen début.
I’d used her in my masturbatory fantasies too. More than a few times her and Cynthia had engaged in furious lesbian action. I’d have her teaching the younger woman the sensual ways of pleasing a lady.
Miss Perkins handed out the script pages to everyone. I turned to the page that featured the only male character. He was a mute psycho killer that stalked schoolgirls with a kitchen knife and wore a sheet over his head with holes cut for his eyes. It seemed like it could be my big break. Plus my only competition was a gay actor who walked like a ballerina.
“The boys will audition first, since the girls have more lines to learn,” Miss Perkins said. “You can keep the pages with you while you audition if you wish, but it gives you a chance to get familiar with them before we start. Mikey has entrusted me with picking the best of you for his Oscar winning movie, so make sure you bring your A-game. Show me what you’ve learned so far this year.”
I was up first. All I had to do was run across the room, faking a limp, and swinging an imaginary knife while grunting. So I did just that and I nailed it. I channeled all the killers I’d seen in crappy movies through the years. My brother was a horror nerd, so I’d grown up around them. It was easy.
Next the gay actor went for it. It was very much a theatrical performance, and his grunting sounded more like a little bird with an injured wing. I had to hide my smile and swallow my laughs. I turned from him when he flipped his hair from his eyes and swaggered back to his seat.
I had unfortunately turned toward the look-at-me girls. Cynthia saw my smile break free. She rolled her eyes, sighed, and looked back at her script. My heart sank. I was so embarrassed and felt like a world-class asshole.
“Thank you, boys.” Miss Perkins sat on the edge of her desk. I had to quickly tear my eyes from her legs when she continued to speak. “You both did very well, but I’m giving the part to Zack.”
I smiled and said, “Thank you.”
“Well? What about a round of applause?” she said.
I turned in the wrong direction again. I don’t know why I kept doing it. The look-at-me group did clap with the geeks, even if it wasn’t as much of an enthusiastic display, but Cynthia kept her head in the script pages.
I moved to the side of the room and leaned my back on the wall. I let out a long breath and tried to measure how small I felt at that moment. That girl really did hate me, but my reaction to my fellow actors audition was the first time I’d had another reason to understand why. That one, I didn’t blame her for.
“Okay, first let’s have Cynthia and Kathleen.”
Cynthia carried two chairs into the center of the room, and placed them so they were facing each other, and then both girls sat on them. They each took a look at the script pages and cleared their throats, readying themselves for the scene, before they placed them on the floor next to their feet.
My eyes were locked on their legs. Both of the girls had skater skirts on, Cynthia’s was suede, the hem resting half way up her thighs, relaxing on her stunningly smooth legs.
That would normally be enough of a reason for me to start mentally fucking her, but I fought back the need once more. However, their legs were touching, they were sitting that close together. I coughed a little, not sure if I would be able to fight off the images any longer.
“I’m scared,” said Cynthia, throwing a few looks around the room, as if checking they were alone.
“There is no need to be.” Kathleen touched her knee, reassuringly. I took a deep breath.
“But I’ve heard that